A Simple Favor

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Y/N POV

Blake ordered the food and I helped her bring out some snacks and drinks to the coffee table. We decided to binge all the pitch perfect movies since neither of us had any work tomorrow. Due to me getting the part, I had informed my boss at H&M that I would be taking a temporary leave to figure out if my acting career would be stable enough for me to have that as my only job.

Blake got out some pillows and blankets for us and laid them on the couch. We usually slept on the couch at our movie nights. I sat on one side, while Blake sat on her side, keeping about two feet of space between us.

We decided to wait for the pizza to start the movie, so we had it cued up, but were talking about work.

"Dude I'm going to have to get so much gum for Monday." Blake joked. I laughed and agreed. "Yeah. I'll probably brush my teeth for like an hour for the next few days.

We talked about how we felt about the action scenes and stuff like that. The doorbell rang a little while later and Blake got up to answer it. She paid the guy and grabbed us some plates while I got us napkins. Once we got our pizza, we went back to the couch and started the movie. 

I think we both made it about halfway through the last one before falling asleep. It was always so fun watching movies with Blake. Her commentary and jokes made me crack up until my sides hurt. Plus, I just loved spend time with Blake in general. 

I woke up the next morning to the bright sun shining into the room through the large windows. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and looked over at Blake who also seemed to be waking up.

"Morning." I said with a bright smile. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. "Ugh, why's it so fucking bright." I laughed and chucked my pillow at her. "What time is it?" She asked. I checked my phone.

"9:48." Blake groaned again, flopping back down onto her pillow. She had been previously covered in a blanket, but it had fallen off of her when she sat up. I looked at her, surprised at the sight in front of me.

From what I saw, it looked like Blake had...a penis?

"Wha.." I mumbled to myself, trying to figure out what it was. "Huh?" She asked me, seemingly completely oblivious to what I was seeing.

"Blake, whats that?" I was super curious to know what it could be. Maybe she wore a packer? But that didn't really seem like something Blake would do. As far as I knew, she's straight...and has a vagina.

"Whats what?" She asked, sitting up again. Then she froze, and slowly looked down to her lap. "Oh shit." I heard her curse under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" I was starting to panic, thinking maybe she was sick or something. Her hands flew to her lap and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her body to hide the bulge. 

Blake's entire face burned bright red and she looked freaked out.

"Y-you weren't supposed to see that!" She said, her voice trembling. I had no idea what she was talking about. "What? See what? What is happening?" I was so confused.

"Fuck! God, I'm so stupid!" She angrily ran her hands through her long blonde hair. 

"Okay, what is going on!?" I asked her, desperate for any kind of information.

She looked like she was having a self debate, probably on if she should tell me or not. I sat there, anxiously chewing on my nail, waiting for her to say something.

Finally, she sighed. "I-I should have told you earlier..." She looked so vulnerable and it broke my heart.

"T-told me what?" I asked cautiously, trying to get her to open up to me.

"A-about my..condition." My heart sped up again. Was she dying? Did she have cancer? Or a tumor? 

"No-it's not what you think." She said, as if reading my thoughts. "Okay...then what is it?" 

Blake's gaze shifted to the couch where she picked at her blanket. "I..." She took a deep breath. 

"I was born intersex....i-it means I have a penis, instead of a vagina..." The taller woman looked up at me, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. She looked so afraid. Of what, I didn't know. All I knew is that I wanted to make her feel better.

"Please...sa-say something." She croaked, her voice breaking a bit. I didn't really know what to say. I had a ton of questions, but I was by no means disgusted or horrified or whatever. It didn't matter to me that Blake was intersex. Why should it? 

"I-I don't know what you want me to say.." I said quietly. I could see panic in Blake's eyes, so I quickly continued. 

"Look, Blake, if you think that I'm some how...disgusted by your or..scared of you...you have it all wrong. This doesn't change anything about you. It doesn't change how I see you at all. And it certainly doesn't make you any less of a woman." A single tear slide down the other woman's cheek at my words, and I quickly wiped it away with my thumb.

"Thank you." She said, her voice barley a whisper. "Always." I responded with a smile, impulsively leaning forward and kissing her head, just like my mother had done to me, the last time I saw her.

"I do have a few questions though.." I said with a smirk. Blake laughed, her demeanor shifting to a lighthearted one. "Oh great."

"First question, does it work." Blake blushed and threw her pillow at me.

"Oh shut up Y/N." I laughed.

"Come on, let's make breakfast."